i. Do not fall in love thinking you’ll float. Ready your limbs to drown in its fickle waters. Perhaps stuff your pockets with rocks so…
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by Samantha Brodsky I Am Your Yesterdays, Not Your Todays Or Tomorrows Dear Ex-Lover who is miles away by now, I never wanted you to…
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by Sam Brodsky Before I heard the news I was sitting cross-legged on sapphire-blue sheets, summer’s heat caked against the windows like static hugging silk,…
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By Samantha Brodsky November 9, 2010 3:24 p.m. Beth told me this would help, writing things out. Make me feel better and shit because apparently…
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By Samantha Brodsky These walls are thick with lies. Plaster and paint peels at where the ceiling’s corners kiss the edges of these bold walls…
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By Samantha Brodsky I’ve been told I resemble my Grandma Norma, her dark, fierce eyes the shape of fat almonds, her oval face thin and…
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“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said sucking in a breath, lips quivering as though he was sipping on the frosty night air that…
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Your love has made me despise the rain How it sounds like a crowd’s steady cheering Against the roof and the gritted cement And how…
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Daddy says Mommy is dreaming good dreams. She doesn’t sleep at home anymore. Daddy says it’s better that way. That she’s more comfortable in her…
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Her strength suits her skin in a metallic shine, A hard glaze like a valiant trophy But she’s no trophy wife; Her beauty scarfs itself…
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